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Wu Qianfeng had always been a much more combative person, and from time to time, he would secretly challenge his fellow sect members who were much stronger. When he found out that Mo Beichen could already fight a group of level eight disciples on her own, he couldn't sit still anymore.

Other than wanting to spar with him, most importantly, wanted to teach Mo Beichen a lesson. Because almost all of the people who died or were injured in his hands were from Lunar Shadow Peak, making it clear that they were targeting Lunar Shadow Peak. This made Wu Qianfeng very angry.

When he wanted to find trouble with Mo Beichen, he was always stopped by his boss.

"Move your brain! A crouching tiger and hidden dragon like Cold Martial Sect, a person who loved to show off his limelight but didn't know how to restrain himself, why didn't anyone touch him? "Hmm?" a voice roared, a little resentful.

"Why? Because... He has a background? " Wu Qianfeng rubbed his shiny head, and asked doubtfully.

"Background?" I don't know if he has a background or not, but this person hid it very well. He rose up so suddenly that even I couldn't see through him.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, he didn't believe that many people would be willing to offend such an unfathomable person.

"Therefore, don't just blindly charge at me with that ignorant lump of iron of yours. If you become someone else's cannon fodder, you won't even know it …"

Using all his strength to poke at Wu Qianfeng's smooth forehead, the Ancient War Bear looked as if it hated Wu Qianfeng for not fighting him. This subordinate of his was good at everything, except for his foolishness. It made one want to smash it open to see what kind of rubbish it could contain.

Even though the old War Bear's repeated instructions to Wu Qianfeng were still fresh in his mind, it just so happened that he was not here today.

Coincidentally, he also discovered that Mo Beichen, who he viewed as a formidable opponent, had come to provoke him, which caused Wu Qianfeng to be overjoyed.

"Humph!" Who cares what kind of shitty background you have, even if boss is afraid of you, I, Wu Qianfeng am not! In the Cold Martial Sect, you, Mo Beichen, are just a clown, only I am fit to be the center of attention! "

Seeing that there were so many people on the stage, yet no one dared to step forward, that submissive attitude, made Wu Qianfeng feel extremely ashamed.

When did my Lunar Shadow Peak's disciple become so useless? They were all scolded at the door of their house, yet they didn't even dare to stand up?

Enraged, just as he was about to attack, he discovered that someone had already appeared.

Only, he didn't expect that trash called Chen Tianming would go even faster and lose even faster. Even to the extent where he couldn't even take a single hit from Mo Beichen, he was still beaten to the point of being like a grandson, obediently kneeling there, not daring to even move an inch.

Wu Qianfeng could not accept this result, and immediately looked down upon Chen Tianming. You can lose, but your courage has been broken, so what kind of disciple are you?

His head was burning. Advice and warning had long been thrown out of the window, and he immediately rushed up to them.

"How dare you hurt me? Could it be that you're bullying my Lunar Shadow Peak?"

Under the gaze of over a hundred people, the beautiful scene of Mo Beichen quickly kneeling and begging for mercy appeared in Wu Qianfeng's mind.

In the midst of everyone's shocked and furious gazes, they saw a tall, muscular inner disciple stand up and glare at Mo Beichen.

"I don't want to waste words with you guys, if you want Yang Li to scram himself, if you want me to fight my way in, you can choose on your own."

Mo Beichen had his hands behind his back and his body emitted a cold aura. Those people closest to him all felt that the air had become somewhat stagnant, and even their breathing had become heavy.

"Arrogant, truly too arrogant! Chen Tianming is just a outer sect disciple, but standing in front of him, can be said to be the Wu Qianfeng with the greatest potential among the elite disciples! "

"Wu Qianfeng's strength is considered to be at the top among the disciples of the eighth stage. It is said that he is currently preparing to enter the ninth stage and is extremely likely to enter the top ten. This time, Mo Beichen will suffer, heh heh!

Hearing the gloating voices of the disciples in the distance, Mo Beichen sneered in his heart. Even Guan Hongfei, a core disciple, had died under his hand long ago.

In his eyes, this Wu Qianfeng who was an elite disciple, was no different from Chen Tianming.

He was already full of anger, with the help of the people behind him, when he saw that Mo Beichen did not leave, and instead walked towards the door, it made Wu Qianfeng extremely angry, thinking that Mo Beichen did not even put him in his eyes.

"Brat, today I will let you know the price of forcefully breaking through my Lunar Shadow Peak!"

Wu Qianfeng roared, and with a stride, he rushed out. He stretched out both arms like a bow and arrow. As he swung his right fist, a heavy punch was thrown out.

He rushed forward like a mad beast, bringing up dust along the way.

Mo Beichen knew that this punch was very powerful and was not suitable to receive it head-on. Both of his legs moved consecutively as he retreated three steps in a hurry. Lifting his right palm slightly to dissolve the attack, his left hand hacked out like lightning and hit Wu Qianfeng right in the back, causing him to stagger.

"I thought you were amazing, but it turns out you're only so-so. It's like scratching an itch." After standing stably, Wu Qianfeng stretched his shoulders and shook his head in disappointment.

Ignoring his ridicule, although Mo Beichen did not use all of his strength, he still used fifty percent of his strength in that palm strike just now. He was afraid that if he used too much strength, he would accidentally kill Wu Qianfeng.

But who would have thought that this level of attack would actually be blocked? It didn't seem to have any effect at all.

"Since you, this ant, are more resistant to beating up than others, I can only waste some of my strength to give you another chance."

Seeing Wu Qianfeng's bulging muscles, Mo Beichen thought, as if he was the champion of bodybuilding. Otherwise, if it was anyone else, the blow from before would have at least injured their internal organs and caused them to vomit blood.

"Hehehe …"

Hearing Mo Beichen's arrogant words, Wu Qianfeng laughed instead of getting angry.

"Mo Beichen, when I found out that you could kill those few disciples that were guarding the gate unharmed, I knew that you were very strong, stronger than anyone could have imagined.

Let's not talk about the core disciples in Cold Martial Sect. After all, they have been in the sect for many years and are not someone we can compare to.

They only said that amongst the inner sect disciples, everyone knew about Yang Li and were envious of him. They were called rising star, the rising star of the sect, the hope of the future rise of the Cold Martial Sect.

It was laughable that other than these two people, there was no one else in their eyes. Little did you know, that I, Wu Qianfeng, am not inferior to them in any way.

Wu Qianfeng's tone became deeper and more arrogant.

Since Mo Beichen was in the limelight now, then using this opportunity to flip over and use him as a stepping stone must be more than suitable.